Great Scott

Tuesday, July 13, 2010

My grandpa Lindsay passed away when I was about 11-12 years old. He was an electrician and owned his own electrical buisness. He used his garage as his shop and operated from there. My grand father was always very nice to me. His dream was to retire and open a bakery. He told me this one Saturday when I was at my grandparents house. He told me I could work for him and he would teach me how to bake. I remember he told me specfic things he would teach me, I can't remember exactly what. The jest was that he would teach me how to do it correctly. I remember him talking about the bakeries not knowing how to make quality pasteries and baked goods.

Tuesday, June 29, 2010

I've been trying to think of what to write about next and not coming up with any ideas. I am almost finished with my fourth year of teaching and I have been reflecting on how my life has changed. Each year has brought new challenges and new growth, I often wonder why the Lord wanted me to do this. I can rationalize and guess, but as of yet I am not sure. And yes, some days I second guess that decision.This year was no different than the others, I have yet to start a year with out being in a panick, but it has finished differently. Two of my co-workers and I have formed a close friendship. I have not had this kind of relationship since high school and I am quite enjoying this new part of my life. I am friendly with most of the staff, but these two ladies and I have fun together. I feel like they have my back and I know I can count on them. They have helped me through the hard times and made my life at work more enjoyable.I know that this friendship is part of why I needed to pursue this avenue at this time in my life. I also know that it's not the only reason, I am greatful for these two ladies and the friendship they have extened to me. I am thankful for an ever wise Heavenly Father that who shoves me in the direction he knows I need to go.

Wednesday, June 23, 2010

Keith recieved this questionnaire for father's day. I thought I would put it on the blog then each of you (Deanna, Brett, Jason, Debbi and Daniel) can answer at your leisure.So here goes-1. What is your favorite memory with your dad?2. What is one of the best things your father has taught you?3. What about your father makes you enjoy being with him?4. How do you know he loves you?5. How has your father helped your testimony grow?6. If you could use one word to describe your father what would that word be?

Monday, June 14, 2010

My grandpa and grandma Anderson lived on a farm south of Cowley Wyoming. They lived in a log cabin their entire lives with no in door plumbing. How I hated to go to the out house to use the toilet. I would try to hold my breath and hurry as fast as I could. I cannot even imagine cold winter nights and a trip to the out house. Although it probably did not smell so bad in the winter it would be so cold. The out house was quite a walk from the house.My favorite memory of my grandma Anderson was her homemade bread fresh from the oven with homemade jelly smeared all over it. Now the truly unique part of it is that it was all prepared on a coal stove. I remember the unique taste as you could taste the coal smoke in all she made. I thought it was the best treat ever.I marvel that in a modern world she never had running water nor a gas or electric stove. They were truly proud when they got electricity to one room of their house and I still recall sitting in that room with the single bare light bulb hanging out of the ceiling. It seems like it had to be un- screwed to turn it off.I used to love to go to the farm and run around while dad visited.

Monday, May 31, 2010

My grandma Lindsay use to live where my parents live now. I was close to my grandmother and would visit her often. When we visited her in the winter we would go to the back door and only be allowed into the laundry room. She did not want her house to get dirty. One of my favorite memories is sledding down the hill by her house in the winter time. After a snow storm the town would close off the hill to allow the kids in town to slide down the hill. This was great for us, not only could we leave our sleds there and not drag them back and forth, we could go in and get warm. My grandmother would often sit in the kitchen and talk to us while we sat on the step to get warm. Frequently she would make hot chocolate for us, the old fashioned kind, cocoa, sugar and whole milk. It was the best! I remember those times with fondness and feelings of longing for the time I got to spend with her.

Saturday, May 22, 2010

I was talking to Debbi last week and some how the conversation turned to my childhood and I related a story from when I was little. She thought it was pretty funny and made the suggestion that I write some of those experiences down, I said I would, someday. Then a couple of days ago I was doing my visit teaching and one of the sisters that I visit told me that she had started a blog so she could write down stories from her childhood. She said she writes about once a week, I do not know that I am that ambitious. But I thought that was a great idea. Maybe I will add to my blog more often.Anyway... This is the story I told Debbi. When I was young my family was not active in the church. Mom would take us and drop us off or I would go with my cousin and when I was older I would walk. One week I was asked to give a talk the following week I told them that I would. It must have been at a time I was going with my cousin because I actually went the following week. I think I must have been about 6 or 7 years old. I was asked the next week if my mom had helped me get a talk ready and I said no but that I knew something that I could say. When my turn came I got up and recited a poem I knew about a whooping crane whooping so hard he whooped his head and his tail right off. The last line of the verse was "same song, second verse a little bit louder and a little bit worse". I then repeated the whole thing again only louder. After two or three times they stopped me. I told them I could keep going and they told me no that was good. Debbi asked if everybody was laughing at me. I do recall several adults covering their mouths and my aunt was not very happy, I don't think she took me to church with her again. But I was pretty proud of myself.

About Me

We've been married for 39 years. Twenty-two of those years have been spent in Las Vegas. Our five children are a great source of pride and joy. They are all married now and have blessed our lives with the best grandchildren in the world. Keith is an Electrican working at the new Veterans Hospital. Vicki works for Clark County School District as a second grade teacher.